"And exactly why," I wished to know, "would any man in his right mind wish to pay another to poke a hole in his crumpet?"
"Might be some advantages in it..."
"Well, just think: you could hang fifty of 'em on a rod or a wire. Dip 'em and cook 'em all at once, then pull the rod up and hang 'em all up to cool, neat as you like."
I gasped. I suppose I may have shed a tear then for England and her empire. What hope was there for us? Against a people who would destroy the stately majesty of our favorite breakfast treat; a people who had actually industrialized the crumpet..."
I'm dying a little